Standing Bear Farm hiker hostel
Mile 237.5
Pulled my first twenty mile day from Peck's Corner to Davenport Shelter yesterday. My boots are morbid and yearn for their journey into a peaceful afterlife - as soon as I reach the outfitters at Hot Springs, 32 miles up the trail. Just thirty more miles, boots, then a choir of pristine socks will carry you to the halls of your fathers.
Standing Bear is no resort, but it's cheap and charming in a sort of hippie-commune way. The store operates on the honor system, and is stocked with soda and pizza. I wish I pulled more cash out of the ATM at the NOC, because that was the last time I saw a cash machine. If I had a few more tenners I'd buy four of those damn pizzas.
But what's this? Curtis can drive me to an ATM so I can give him more money? Pizza sickness awaits.
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